This person was also stunned when he saw Bai Lang, but then he erupted with the same power as a sandstorm in the desert, and the whole person turned into a violent wind and brought endless waves of swords to kill him. Along the way, all the people, things, pavilions and pavilions that were involved were turned into debris, and even the flesh and blood were dried up and then blown away like dust. Bai Lang has not been killed yet, and the attendants and houses of the Happy King have been killed and destroyed.

The closer the storm got to the white waves, the bigger it became, but this man seemed to be really good at martial arts, because he was able to gather his strength—otherwise, with his ability, the entire oasis would be shrouded in his sandstorm. And now it's just a sandstorm rolling dozens of feet towards Bai Lang - Bai Lang is surrounded by arms, and his momentum is also high, he has just killed three innate masters who came to intercept him, and Bai Hu's fighting spirit and killing power are unprecedentedly high.

"You want to kill Lao Tzu, you haven't been good enough!" Bai Lang said in an inexplicable strong language, and his arms were parted, and his palms began to gather when they were facing each other, and then he directly faced the sandstorm and killed him. When Bai Lang's body moved, a phantom of the white tiger gathered outside his body, and there was a copper bell in front of him covering the front half of the white tiger's body, and the bell button slammed into the sandstorm.

The bell rang for a long ........time, and ten thousand golden lights and a hurricane, which was completely different from the sandstorm but more violent, exploded directly from the center of the sandstorm, and the sky that was covered by the sandstorm for a while suddenly cleared and the sun was shining, but the sandstorm was broken into a ring and continued to spread - just like the eye of a typhoon. Bai Lang had already pinched the opponent's knife-holding hand with one claw, which was already a wonderful cooperation of eyesight and martial arts, and he went straight into the middle palace to catch the opponent's hand.

If there was the slightest error, Bai Lang might be split at this moment, even if he had the golden bell jar divine power protector, most of them would be seriously injured. But now, Bai Lang has the upper hand, "Declining boy! The white tiger roared and the tiger's mouth slammed together, and Bai Lang's claws directly smashed the opponent's palm like a tiger's mouth, and the handle of the knife was pinched into a mixture of metal, flesh and bones.

Without waiting for the other party to scream, Bai Lang had already pierced out with a palm, and slapped it with the sound of a tiger's roar of breaking the wind. The palm power of this palm is the yin power of the big iron cone in the Southern Dou White Tiger Fist, and after the hit, the flesh and fetus will naturally be removed, and the white bones will fall out into slag, which can be called the mastery of making meatballs. And the guy who rolled up the sandstorm was also fierce, and he didn't have time to scream, so he just lifted his leg and kicked it out, kicking his heart.

This foot carried the meaning of a spiral whirlwind and a dry drought, and the skin of the white waves had become rough and sandy before it could touch it. However, Bai Lang did not dodge or dodge, allowing this kick to hit the chest, and he also slapped the target with one palm. Bai Lang took a few steps back, and now he had a few rags around his waist, and a foot mark on his chest was yellow like the land of the Gobi Desert, and then the color was still spreading, and the skin and flesh suddenly cracked and dried up.

"Ha!" Bai Lang laughed, covered in golden light, the tattoo on his body appeared vividly, and the monkey's tattoo also hugged the cracked place, as if swallowing it away. Bai Lang spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned into dust before it hit the ground. He snorted a few times in succession, spitting out dry sand and dust, and that's it.

And the guy was slapped between the chest and abdomen, only to hear the sound of his whole body as if a firecracker had exploded, the whole person was shorter, and the blood behind him spurted out directly - half of the ribs and several vertebrae flew out, and half of the internal organs were taken away. This is almost a fatal injury - of course, if Bai Lang doesn't pursue, this kind of injury alone may not be able to kill the innate master.

In this world, there is no shortage of panacea, miraculous skills, innate masters can use their true qi to hang their lives, and they can really "grow back" these bones and internal organs, which is very difficult, but not impossible. It's just that he doesn't have a chance, and if he hangs his life with his true qi, he won't be able to stop Bai Lang's attack - it wouldn't be so watery, but who let Bai Lang kill three people in a row to make Bai Hu's evil qi so high.

The white tiger's evil qi broke the protective qi, and the poignant and ferocious rampage was unstoppable, so this person failed to cut Bai Lang, and he was about to be finished. Bai Lang spat out the sand, which was all the blood and visceral tissue in his body, and swept the one in front of him with a few steps. The upper and lower halves are cut off, even if they are congenital masters, they can't survive. Bai Lang only began to breathe a sigh of relief at this time, coughing again and again and spitting out more sand and dust—this time the sand and dust were mixed with blood and water.

Bai Lang sat cross-legged, and the kick he received was not easy. The sandstorm-like true qi was still rushing into his body, and he could also plunder the essence to grow on his own, but he had been trapped by the internal force of Bai Lang's golden bell jar, and now he only needed to use the strength of the golden bell jar and the white tiger fist to consume it, and it would be fine. Bai Lang exhaled and breathed, and his breath was like pulling a windmill, and there was quite a bloody breath spewing out.

At the moment, even if this true qi is dispelled, Bai Lang is still a little injured in his internal organs, although his combat effectiveness has not been attenuated, but after all, he needs to recuperate. "Leave him alone, find some clothes to wear first, and then go to the Happy King!" Bai Lang made a decision - this guy who was killed by him also had nothing on him, and he thought that he was also a close confidant of the Happy King, and he must have his own place to live, and he wouldn't have everything with him.

The elixir that he touched on his body or something, Bai Lang couldn't recognize it and didn't dare to eat it casually to heal his wounds, but the golden medicine might be usable. Bai Lang took out a small box of black ointment, this ointment exuded a smell similar to peppermint, and he picked a little bit with his fingers and wiped a wound on his body. Suddenly, there was a spicy sensation like burning fire, as if activating the wound, which made Bai Lang feel pain, and then a cool feeling came up to calm the pain, "Seeing that a layer of white paste has been generated on the wound, most likely this golden medicine is really effective." ”

Bai Lang rushed into the pavilion that was still intact, but he really found some clothes and picked some suitable ones to put on—of course, he must have gone to the lake to wash his body before, and Bai Lang also felt refreshed—he was ready to fight the Happy King.

This person must be the one with the highest martial arts, and he was not sure when Bai Lang's qi was inducted before, but now after killing four people in a row, his evil qi has risen again, and the lethality of martial arts can be said to have reached a new height, but where did the Happy King go? When will he come back? Or go to him?

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